Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm totally English man... No... I don't own it, because if i did, Harry would've died...Sorry...

An: I'm tired, it's like 10 something and I'm bored. I really don't know where this came from, i just felt compelled to write it. Sorry for minor OOC-ness, as I've never written in Seamus' POV.

This story disturbs me, and i don't know why i wrote it. Wow, but isn't it disturbing?! Sometimes i scare myself... R&R please.


Boom!

"What the bloody hell was that?!" I heard Ron scream from his bed, unsuccessfully trying to escape the sea of blankets that engulfed him. I stupidly reached for my wand, which, due to my pajamas, was not there.

"Maybe it's a Slytherin!" Ron half- yelled, quite alarmed, "get your wand!"

"I doubt that, they don't know our password," I snickered, reminding him.

He rolled his eyes, pulling on his school robes as he discarded his pj's. "What about the Poly-Juice potion, Seamus?" He did have a point. "The fat lady might have decided to let them in, if they could pose scruffily enough."

"Come on!"


As we descended the stairs, I could've sworn that I heard a faint rumbling sound. Maybe it was a Slytherin growling because they had stubbed their toe? Or it could've been two Gryffindors making out or something. I didn't feel like telling Ron, because he might yell for them to get a room. And the last thing that we need is a bunch of angry Gryffindors in their pj's hounding us down for interrupting their sleep. Besides, we have to catch the guy who's making all this racket.

Crash!

"Augghh!" I screamed as I fell head-first down the staircase. Painfully, Weasley grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back up. "What the-"

"Hush!" He urged me into a crouched position. I had almost given us away.

"Mmm…Do you hear something?"

Malfoy? It had to be him

And then silence.

"Probably just a bad dream."

Harry? No, it had to be the Poly-Juice potion for sure. Harry wouldn't be caught dead talking to Draco. Not at all.

"Malfoy?" Ron seemed suspicious.

I smirked. "Bet'cha anythin' he an' Harry are fighting." I was pretty sure of it myself.

Crack!

"Bloody hell, I'll kill 'im!"

"Yeah, let-"

"I thought only you had bead dreams Potter, not any other Gryffindors."

"I would bet that it's Ron," Harry answered simply. "He's probably being forced to tap-dance with some spiders."

"Hmm…mmm…mmm"

Rons eyes widened, "he'll need backup!"

"Come on." I urged, "We'll need some luck 'o the Irish!"

He chuckled lightly.

Shatter!

"Alright, that's the last straw!" I screamed running down the stairs behind Ronald. I almost tripped over him as he passed out cold on the floor, but not before uttering "bloody hell…"

"Ohh, good lord…" I was shocked beyond belief. Draco was laying atop of Harry with his mouth pressed on Harry's. On the floor next the them were broken pots and glass items. And they both looked so content.

"Hello Seamus" Harry waved to me, almost as if nothing had happened. "Go to sleep."

And that's exactly what I did. As I lay in bed, I really hope that when I wake up, I will find out that this was all a dream But somehow, I doubt it.